Legends and Memories of St John's Chapel -
Addressed to R. A. Riddick
by Major John W. Moore 

Part XIX - published in the Windsor Ledger Oct 26, 1899

It was thus, that Robin went
For the first time into law,
And King Davy raised a rumpass,
When at last he plainly saw,
He now must stir his level best,
If he hoped at all to miss
Long confinement, in the prison,
And defeat at last confess,
Unless some unknown remedy
Should be found to set him free.

But two good lawyers told him,
After vain research for means
To deliver the big man,
That of all the many scenes,
In their long and varied practice,
Never a case like this was theirs,
They could see no hope of winning,
And they had the greatest fears,
That he would surely without fail
Spend weary months within the jail.

It was then a woudrous thing
Was concocted in the brain
Of King Davy's handsome wife
Who conceived and put in train
All the wily schemes to fuddle
Judge and Jury both at court
And this her desperate resort.
I will to you, now report
How a shrewd and loving woman
Outwitted all her husbands foemen.

The lawyers knew his Honor
How his weakness always lay
In a long established habit
Of devoting his last day
At the court to deep libations
So they got their case postponed
At the eager wish of Council
As they stoutly each deposed
That earlier they could not be
Prepared for trial properly.

So early Friday morning
The old Judge received a call
And met a lady winsome
Who did not disclose at all
That she bore any relation
To the man who on that day
Was to be tried before him for
An outrageous affray
She told the Judge she wanted him
To help her troubles deep to stem.

Then a story pitiful
She told her bland listener
A long tale so sorrowful
That She could not but infer
That this trouble was a matter
Largely in expectancy
But that he and he alone then
Could her future life make free
So between her smiles and tears
He tried to calm her many fears.

She had two jugs of brandy
Which for thirty years or more
Had been slowly ripening
On King Davy's cellar floor
Then the delicate aroma
Was like music in the air
And this presented as it was
By a woman bright and fair
Was far more than his Honor could
By any fair means have with stood.

She had seen the jury men
Long before the Judge she met
And they knew by whose kind help
Then their lips were often wet
And when they peeled the court house bell
It was plainly to be seen
That something more than ordinary
Soon would come to pass therin
The sheriff stood astounded all
As jurymen answered to his call.

Being an old bachelor
And gallant as he could be
The Judge was rather slow at first
Not feeling yet entirely free
To sample the big demijon
But she urged him to repeat
His estactic libations
Listning to her voice so sweet
That he forgot his place and duty
Overcome by so much beauty.

The sheriff and solicitor
Had his Honor not surveyed
Until he was in his seat
All without extraneous aid
So the case was called and given
To the jury e're the State
Could fully realize affairs
So it was then much too late
To stop the trial for some day
When wiser wits should come in play.

Of course King Davy conquered
Like he did in every thing
And of course there were whispers
So to his mannouvering
But his scornful laugh was answer
And his strong right arm embraced
The dear handsome wily consort
Who helped him, as he outfaced.
The outraged law in all its might
And always was his life and light.